I begin to breathe deeply and evenly, soon I can feel by breathing falling into synch with the pulsing of my penis and the pleasure center deep in my rectum. My thoughts are of beautiful female bodies that I have seen here in the threads of SF. A number that are special grab my conscious thought and claim their dominant position. These images want me to think of them as I rise to orgasm. I am an accommodating guy so I relinquish my mental images to them. Soon my mind is swirling with images of their breasts and their vulvas. I am lost in the torrent of female sexuality and is flooding my brain.
As I relish the sensual images that now are filling my brain, I feel my penis erecting underneath me. I then split my conscious awareness between the images of beautiful – sexual naked women in my head and the real growing feelings of rising arousal in my cock. I feel my prostate beginning to swell and twitch. I continue to breathe deeply.
In ten minutes I have choreographed the conditions that have me totally aroused and on the climb to dry orgasm. In twenty minutes I am fully aroused and ten minutes later I am riding wave after wave of repeated spasms and contractions. I keep up the focus on images, breathing and body sensing and the arousal grows even as I am spasming. It is not hard to keep the orgasms going once they have started; I am highly sensitized now and the least thought or action pushes me higher.
Soon I am literally writhing on the bed, groaning, grunting verbalizing as these amazing whole body spasms explode deep inside me in my rectum, squeezing my penis and and asshole and radiating out across my body. My nipples are vibrating and my skin is tingling and my brain is on fire in a blaze of erotic lust.
I sustain this state for about an hour until I am exhausted. I have been up since early this morning and I have driven all day. I spent three hours on the SB.I am tired. So as a spasm reaches its pinnacle and I feel it coming down, I let it fall. I do nothing to keep it up. Soon the spasms and the orgasmic contractions stop. My junk is buzzing and I am light headed. It was a good session. I get out of bed and go to the bathroom to brush my teeth and take my pills.
As I stand in front of the wall to wall mirror in the bathroom I look at the totality of me. These hotel mirrors are huge; they are not like the 18 by 30 inch ones in my own bathrooms at home. In the ones at home all I see is me and nothing else. When I stand in from of a huge mirror, I see all of me and a piece of the world around me. I get a sense that there is more than just me in the space that I carry around with me. That in turn makes me think of all the people that I interact with all day long in this "portable space"; people that I bring into my sphere and interact with them. I think of all the things that I do with people at work, how I listen to them and try to understand the issues that plague them, their families and their social and economic networks. I think about what I do to help them change their communities and change their lives. I also think of personal relationships, particularly the one with my sexy smart wife. I think of all the warm interactions that we share as I draw here daily into my “mirror image” sphere, my personal space. She is someone who I relish bringing into that four or five feet of space that surrounds me, that space that I take with me everywhere. Obviously she even sleeps inside of it with me. It is where I live my life and where she lives there with me.
I can’t think of her without thinking of the experience that I have just had; the orgasm I just enjoyed. The orgasm which often times is fueled by images of her nude. My favorite one is thinking of her masturbating in bed when I am gone, her legs spreads and her fingers working dexterously on the spots that she knows so well in her vagina, on her lips and her clit until the orgasm washes over her. I wonder as I am standing there looking in the mirror if she thinks of this image that I am seeing of myself in the mirror now when she spills into an orgasm. I wonder if she imagines my nude body as I do hers when I force orgasms from my body.
The act of self inducing an orgasm in me (or her) requires a lot of concentration and awareness and coordination. Then I think of the holy grail of human sexual interaction: simultaneous unassisted orgasm; I think of how difficult that is to achieve. We have accomplished it ourselves. It is difficult to remember how many times over the last many years, certainly not hundreds but maybe dozens of times of the 5000 times we have fucked in the last 38 years. Thirty or forty times is not much when I consider the totality of 5000 fucks over that time span. That equals less than one percent of our orgasms have been simultaneous and un assisted. In 38 years of passionate sex between us, me fucking someone who means the world to me (and she thinking the same of me), someone who fills my cock with lust, someone whose intricate and wonderful feminine body and mind I know as well as my own . . . . . orgasming simultaneously less than one percent is not impressive.
We have certainly followed sexual etiquette thousands of times … you know, the I cum then seconds later you cum or visa versa. That is our normal routine, we both come in sequence, usually helped by each others stimulation of some part of each other as we fuck. We will orgasm immediately following one another either in seconds or minutes; however, having instantaneous and spontaneous orgasms at the exact same moment, unassisted is not frequent. Having orgasms grip our bodies and our brains at precisely the same time and cumming in wet hard contractions in unison, just as we embrace each other in desperation and lust, those orgasms are special, rare and unusual.
I stand there and think how hard precision joining is for us but how in the technical world around me it happens all the time. I think of space shuttle docking, joining of parts that require millimeters of precision out in the endless void of space. I think of President Reagan’s “star wars” missile defense and two objects coming from opposite directions traveling at a thousand miles an hour meeting 60 miles in the air and destroying each other. Modern technology can do these things. Mother nature can do them too. I think of a Venus Fly Trap plant that knows precisely when an insect is in its flower, shutting immediately in perfect time to trap its prey and digest it. Then I think of me putting my penis in my beautiful wife’s vagina, this vagina that I kiss and love and cherish and I can only simultaneously meet her orgasm less than one percent of the time. Geez I think.
I go back to bed. In the dark quiet of the room, I put my hand behind my head on the pillow and I think of some of those times ….recreating them in my head. I can’t remember all of them but some were so special they remain in my memory.
I think back to a to a time in 1986. This particular passionate fuck will be in my mind forever until the day I die. I had been in Texas for two weeks in a training session. It was the most intensive educational experience I ever had. In the course of two weeks (with the exception of the Sunday in between each day was a series of presentations by national experts to 30 of us in the class. Over the two weeks there were 100 presentations. It was exhausting, but worse I was away from my love for the longest time since we had been married. I was desperate to see, her, talk to her hold her hand but particularly to hold her warm flesh to my own in a naked passionate embrace.
By the end of two weeks, despite daily phone calls my heart and my penis ached for her. The class was over the day before her birthday. In celebration of her 34th birthday we agreed that a long weekend in Washington DC would be great. It would be cherry blossom time in DC and it would be a special birthday indeed. So at the end of my sessions I flew from Dallas and she from New Hampshire, we would meet at the airport and go to our hotel together.
My flight arrived two hours before hers. I could drink then so I sat in the lounge slurping Bloody Mary’s …I love Bloody Mary’s (still do). The anticipation and the alcohol inflamed me. Finally, her flight arrived. I stood at the gate shifting from foot to foot anxiously. I was like a puppy waiting for its master to come home from the butcher shop.
Finally I watched it roll up to the gate …it seemed to take forever for the gate doors to open. After an eternity there she was carry on in hand and champagne bottle in a tote . . . those were the days when there was no ban on liquids in airplanes. The champagne was for her birthday.
We embraced and kissed as if I had just come home from the war. We embraced and I kissed her so hard. Her lips felt so good … that kiss will forever be burned in my brain. It made my heart race and my cock stiffen. My god I thought …did I miss her.
We walked down the jet way holding hands and smirking all the way to the rental car. Once in the car I took her around and we made out in the car in the parking garage. We necked in the car for almost 20 minutes when I said …”lets get out of here..we have a hotel room and no kids for 4 days”.
We checked into the hotel and went straight up to the room. As soon as we walked in the door we began to tear the clothes off each other. In a matter of minutes we were standing there naked, her body was flushed and hot. I held her to her embracing her, kissing her with my cock pressed between us sandwiched between my belly and hers. I just couldn’t stop kissing her.
I like to kiss, always have. As I have gotten older I have come to enjoy genital kisses as much if not more than mouth kisses. There is something exotic, sensual and really intimate in a sensitive way about teasing her clit and vagina and clit with kisses, licks and suckles. But I was 35 then ands I hadn’t really gotten into that yet then. I was still very much a p in v sex kind of guy back then.
I laid her on her back on the edge of the bed and stood over her at the edge of the bed. I held her legs just behind her knees and held them up and spread her thighs apart to reveal her pussy. This position is just so damned sexy for me and it gets her aroused as well …still does. There is something a little vulgar about it, maybe a little gynecological as well but also so vulnerable and self less. It is like she is offering her vagina to me. It is a position that suggests to a woman if you are uncomfortable with the appearance of your vulva and vagina now is the time to get over it. Like all things sexual its complexity makes it sexy. And she was having an amazing impact on me.
Her vagina was drooling her honey. The smell of her arousal drilled into my brain and made my cock twitch. Her honey was streaming out of her and was making a path between her ass cheeks. I laid my hard cock in the crease between her lips and spread her slippery juice all over it. I drew my penis back and forth along her vaginal crease with the tip of it rubbing against her clit as I thrust forward. She shuddered each time.
As I remember it she almost came just from the friction and heat of my penis head on her clit. By now we were both hotter than hell. I sank into her. As I recall this was not one of those gentle fucks. I remember looking into her eyes and seeing that look of desperation and need that fills her eyes as her orgasm is building. Her eyes were such a turn on as I saw the lust and urgency in then that my arousal went through the roof. I fucked her hard …literally pounding her. Sometimes she likes it that way and certainly that afternoon she did. I didn’t last long and neither did she. We exploded together at exactly the same time. I pulsed my sap into her as her pussy convulsed, milking it out of me. She was so full of my cum and her own that it was oozing out around my cock while I was still semi hard inside of her. I never touched her clit during thrusting I never touched her after I slid into her.
We collapsed on the bed and of course kissed like mad again.
We showered after that and went downstairs and had a lovely $200 dinner in an elegant restaurant for her birthday. That evening we walked along the tidal basin as the sun was setting and enjoyed the profusion of cherry blossoms. We kissed some more of course and walked back to the hotel. We fucked again that night and the afternoon the next day and that night. As near as I can recall we fucked at least 9 times and had at least 2 or 3 oral sex sessions leading up to the intercourse in four days. The ones that followed that first time were more sensual and a lot less desperate. When we got onto the plane at the end of our visit …she leaned over to me and kissed me in the cheek …and whispered …. My pussy is so sore I am glad we are going home I don’t think I could take much more of this.
I should add that her birthday is on St. Patty’s Day … March 17. It was 1986. Well, if you do the math, 9 months and seven days from that memorable orgasmic day is Christmas Eve. We had fully intended to stop at 2 kids; our simultaneous orgasm had other plans. Our wonderful son Daniel was born at 11 o’clock at night on Christmas Eve. He is now 22 years old and a senior in College. He and I can talk about almost anything … he is a good boy (now man), a good son and a good friend. One thing that I haven’t ever told him though and I know I never will is that I remember conceiving him as he was the result of one hell of a memorable simultaneous orgasm. I know what his response would be.
Geeeeeez Dad … ewwww ..... too much information!!!!!!!!!
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